It happens every year but this year is a bit different.  Today marks the beginning of school and, for those of you who know a teacher or live with one, you know this day is dreadful.  It marks the end of a summer and the painful reality that the job of an educator comes with 2 months of relative peace to 10 months of hell.  It’s not like they don’t love their kids or their jobs, they do.  It’s that they’ve only had a little over sixty days to enjoy their lives.

There are a few who feel teachers should work throughout the Summer.  I, for one, am not in that camp.  A few years ago I spent the day with Jenn’s band at Six Flags and I can say, without doubt, it was fun but also incredibly stressful.  Jenn was kind enough to remind me that that was during an unstructured day with twenty or so parent chaperones.  I get it.

Teachers are entrusted with our children’s most valuable asset, their minds, and they’re often challenged with the collective misgivings of our own parenting. For those who’re teachers, you should remember that line, it’s a great way to politely tell parents that their children are being F@#$ Heads.